Chapter Four

My thoughts drifted off back to the dream I had, there was something familiar about it. I just couldn't quite remember the details of the room. I was sure there was something about the room, that felt familiar to me like I had been in it before, my mind just couldn't figure why I felt that way, maybe it was only familiar because I have been having the same reoccuring dream for the last few weeks, but I had a feeling there was way more to it than that.

I was dissociating completely immersed in my thoughts, I hadn't even realised the car had stopped and we had arrived at our destination.The car was now parked out the front of Morgan's café. Becca was already out of the car and the bang of the door was what pulled me back into my surroundings.

Morgan’s café was located on the east side of the city, in the artsy district. Morgan's café is an old colonial style house that had been gutted on the inside removing all the walls to open it to one open room. It had a large wrap around deck at the front which had veins wrapping around the railing and climbing up walls of the building. Out the front are tables, chairs and blue and white umbrellas. My parents weren't there yet so, we both decided to go check out the stalls that were set up in the alleyway beside the café. The stalls mostly had homemade crafts and jewellery.

Noticing a stall that sold dream catchers, I left the little jewellery stall that Becca was at and walked over observing the dream catchers. Hanging from the gazebo one of the dreamcatchers caught my attention it was black and gold, it had silver beads and white feathers hanging from it. It was beautifully made the detail was very intricate and I could tell a lot of work had gone into hand making them, I watched as it glimmered in the light.

Just as I went to get it down, an elderly woman stepped forward pulling it down from where it hung. The old women was blind in one eye, it had turned a milky colour. The other eye was emerald green sparkling in the light that filtered through the gazebo. She had long white hair that went to the middle of her back and a floral dress on. She took the dream catcher and wrapped it in tissue paper before handing it to me.

I went to pull my wallet out to pay but the women stopped me. Placing her hand on top of mine, she shook her head. She gave me an eerie smile her green eye flashed brighter before.

"I hope it helps to chase the darkness away" I stared stunned by the old woman’s words. The lady then turned and walked away. I watched after her. My hand tingling where the old women had placed her hand.

Becca walked over, handing her keys to me so, I could put the dream catcher in the car. Once I had done that. I went and took a seat outside in the sun in front of café, at a table with four small chairs. Making sure I sat down where my parents would see us easily as they arrived. Becca brang four latte's over placing two on the table, she handed one to me before sitting down herself.

My parents soon arrived. Taking seats at the table, they ordered food for everyone and sipped their lattes Becca brought. My mother is a petite woman with green eyes and auburn hair like me and pale skin. Dad is tall slightly tanned and has dark almost black hair and brown eyes and a strong build.

My mother Ellie grabbed both our hands looking at us both lovingly. 

"How have you been Becca any plans for the break?" My mother asked.

"Good ma and yes I'm going home for the first week, mum wants me to go with her for a few days to see my grandmother and cousins, what about you guys? have you got anything planned with Avery?"

My father Jon looked at my mother uncomfortably before answering. They both shared a strange look between each other.

"Well that's why we invited you to lunch, I know you were looking forward to coming home for a few days, but your mother has been asked to go to see the elders at the main coven house"

I stared speechless; mum hasn't visited the elders for a while, years actually. They mostly left us alone unless it was important.

"Before you say it, we know you won't go, but we wanted to see you before we left to let you know in person, we leave tomorrow" my father told me.

Letting out a sigh of relief. I had no intentions to go, the Witch elders scared me always talking in riddles that made no sense. I Always got the feeling they don't like me. They are never rude to me, but they don't go out of their way to speak to me. I can tell they are wary of me for some reason.

"That's fine dad, I have heaps of assignments due by the end of break anyway" I replied

The rest of the lunch was spent talking about our grades, classes and about life at the university. I didn't tell my parents about the nightmares not wanting them to worry. My parents were loving and cared deeply for me. But I always got a feeling they were hiding something. I've always known something was different about me not the witch part, but I have always been fascinated by dark magic and death.

My parents put me on medication saying I was depressed when I was 10 years old, I've been on it ever since. The pills mute my magic. I don't mind but at the same time telling my parents, I have been having nightmares would make them think my meds weren't working, and I didn't want them to worry. Part of living independently was, I had to deal with things on my own and I planned too.